When a young lady in red
Invited me to come to bed
I said, “dear Miss Moore!
This is a furniture store!
And the manager has turned red!”
Red
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Slower Time
Alexa plays
As my clock chimes
Reminding me of slower days.
When Father Time
Kept a steady pace.
Many have vanished without trace.
This rhyme
Will not save
Me from the grave
And if people should find
My poetry
It will not profit me.
Yet I must write
For the night
Will end all my poetry
Her Umbrella
You left your umbrella behind
For me to find.
I remember, it had ducks.
I let you know.
But we did not go
Down that path again.
Still I remember the ducks
And she who came
To me in the rain.
Halloween Poems
In honour of the horror of Halloween, and to make you scream:
Will You Go?
“Will you join in death’s dance
And find romance
In Hades below?
Touch my skin
Soft as snow.
My love will you go
Where the death lilies grow?”
Halloween:
Light fades.
Shades
In forgotten graves
Stir.
Black cats purr.
Despair
On a broomstick travels.
Joy unravels
As hope dies
And the vampire flies
Through pitch black skies.
(The above poems can be found in my collection, Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind Lost in the labyrinth of my mind eBook : Morris, K.: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
Clocks and Flowers
I am wrapped around
In the profound
Silence of the morning.
No birds stir.
And my old clock’s
Steady tick tock
Goes unheard.
Earthly clocks measure hours.
But flowers
Know not time
Yet pervade
All our graves.
While we no not
Clocks and flowers.
Goth
When I met a beautiful young Goth
Who was suffering from a bad cough,
I felt such bliss
When we two kissed.
But that Goth gave me her cough!
Halloween Vampire
I met a vampire on Halloween
Who said, “why don’t you scream!”
I said to Lake,
“Pass me that stake”,
Which caused that vampire to scream!”
Old Log
I have seen this same old log
Over many years
As I passed by with my dogs.
Years have flown.
I have walked alone
When my dogs have died.
Now I pass by
With another one.
Time moves forever on.
All logs decay.
I know one day
Dogs and I
Will not pass by.
But autumn leaves
Are beautiful to me.
Bare
When a young lady known as Claire
Said, “these autumn trees are so bare”.
They said to her, “dear,
Its that time of year.
And do put some clothes on Claire!”
A Young Lady’s Sock
A young lady drunk on Hock
Walked around wearing only 1 sock.
When they said, “you’re nude!,
Which is so very rude!”
She said, “I’m wearing a sock!”
K Morris - Poet 